Rapunzel Corona Novels & Stories

Chapter 24 Lila on the other hand, had my late mother’s soft peaceful hazel eyes and sun-coloured hair which seemed to glow in the light. Her hair keeps growing longer by the day which has made me give her the nickname Rapunzel – after her favourite cartoon character. She loved to play with it and would often scatter the strands all over her face after it had been freshly styled. “You know I love you very much right?” Liam said, causing me to look at him. My cheeks grew red hot with smiles as I beamed.

"What's your name?" I hesitated for only a moment. "Rayne." His eyes flicked slowly over my face, then dropped toward the silver hair spilling loose over my shoulder. "Rayne." He repeated it slowly, like he was testing the shape of it against his own tongue. "I was going to call you Rapunzel." I frowned. "Why?" He gestured toward my hair. "Silver, that long? You look like you walked straight out of a fairy tale." I touched my hair self-consciously, my fingers catching at the loose waves. "I'm not a princess."

“Elara caught Colin and that little fox shifter girl from the neighboring town behind the butcher’s shop. Naked, can you imagine?” My eyes widened, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. “No! Colin and… what’s her name again? The one with the red hair?” “Cora,” Greta supplied, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, her! And you know Elara, she made such a fuss. Colin’s been banned from seeing Cora, of course, but I don’t think that’ll stop them. I heard they’re planning to run off together. Can you believe it?” I gasped, letting myself play into the theatrics of it. “No, really? Cora’s only just shifted for the first time, she’s barely more than a pup herself! What does she see in Colin?”

He helped Nichelle completing the puzzle with his instinct. "Who is she?" Stefan found himself asking. This girl had ridiculously long hair. Half of the pieces were about her gold hair. It was annoying. "You don't know? She is Rapunzel. The witch has trapped her in a tower. She is not allowed to go out or meet anyone. But one day the prince climbs up the tower and falls in love with her. He rescues her and they live happily ever after," she narrated the story to him. "She is like me. I am also not allowed to go out. I wonder where my prince is," her shoulders slumped as she sighed. Her statement caused an ache to push against his chest. Her prince was no more.

She added. “Amen to that!” they answered in unison. Shortly after, Clarise discreetly marched to the balcony and posted another cryptic message on the public forum. ~Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!~ She posts. Telling Hannah that she needed to get off her impenetrable tower of sorrow, and meet people and possibly her prince. At the end of the message she posted, she added a dating app link that Hannah could use. MEANWHILE...

A girl, maybe sixteen years old, with silver hair and eyes that blazed with power I recognized immediately. Moonspire power. But stronger than anything I had ever felt. "Who are you?" I gasped. "I am Princess Luna of House Moonspire," she replied with a smile that could have lit up worlds. "Your niece. And I brought friends." Behind her came others. Young people bearing the marks of noble bloodlines I thought extinct. A boy with storm-touched eyes and lightning in his hair. Twin girls whose skin glowed with inner fire. A youth whose very presence made the shadow realm's ground turn green beneath his feet.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

She snorted. She would bet her year's allowance to see her defy Dominic. Because no one can do that. Dinara may be a spoiled mafia princess but she could never go against her father's and brother's law. "Let me just tilt your head away from me so I can start braiding your hair. I envy you. I wish mine was darker. I guess I could dye it but my mom would kill me." All she needed was a tower and she would be dubbed Rapunzel with her palest of long blond hair. Her mom loved it.

And then, to my amazement, she lifted her chin and looked almost pleased with herself, the way a person looks when they think they hold a clever card. "They are with Marianne," she said. "And before you raise your voice at me again in my own room, you will hear why, because there is nothing wrong in it." She folded her hands. "It was a wager. A bit of fun between old friends. Marianne wagered me that the new Luna would never part with so much as a single piece of her precious dowry, not even to her own husband's mother. I said she would. I said Ravena had too much sense and too much grace to cling to a few trinkets when the senior woman of the house asked. So we made it a proper bet, the way

Unfortunately, for Corinne, looking at that woman was still like looking in a mirror and seeing herself so perfectly that was like a nightmare. One of the few differences between the two was Seraphina's curly hair, which was now cut to her waist, still shining like gold, without even a single strand of white hair to betray the passing of the years.